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That's What You Get. by AmyCate_Black
Chapter 2 : The Unforgettable Summer
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Chapter revised!! :) 

Chapter Two

The Unforgettable Summer


My hair was flying about my face as I was racing through the air. Well, maybe not racing more like trying to go remotely fast on James’s broomstick, while trying not to fall to my death. Adrenaline was pounding through me and I had never felt such joy or happiness inside me before. Not even experiencing Hogwarts my first year, last year. Feeling more confident as the minutes passed, I grabbed the quaffle tighter around my arm as I started to make my way toward the tiny, circular goal post that James had in his backyard. My eyes narrowed, and I threw the ball upwards in one swift motion. I held my breath as I saw it fly through the air. The little brown ball missed the target by at least ten feet. My heart immediately sank. I sighed dramatically and somewhat steadily flew back towards the ground.

I came to a hard, abrupt halt on the grass. Trying to get my head to stop spinning, I turned toward the light blue Potter mansion. And that’s when I saw him. A boy, standing near me and smirking at me as I wobbled on my two feet. But he was not just any boy. He was Sirius Black. My heart rate sped up dramatically and I could feel my face going redder than it had ever been, if that was even possible. As I stared doe-eyed at him, he made no indication of moving or saying anything to me, he just stood there with his arms crossed haughtily along his chest. Feeling more and more like an idiot, I slowly walked toward him, still giving him a ridiculous stare. I wondered if my hair was sticking to the sides of my face, like it felt it was.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to stutter the words out of my mouth.

“I’m staying with James.” Sirius replied coolly while nodding his head toward the house. He looked at me strangely for a moment. “What’s your name again?”

I paused, trying to remember. “Madysen Adams.”

Sirius nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, we had Defense Against the Dark Arts together last year, right?” He didn’t stop to let me to answer. “What are you doing here? Does James know you’re using his backyard to practice Quidditch? And using his broom?”

“I’m staying with James.” I replied hastily to the accusations.

“Why?” he asked incredulously. “I didn’t know you were friends.”

My heart dropped at his words. I continued with less confidence, making my words come out in a whisper. “In a way. Our mothers are really good friends.”

“And why aren’t you with your mother?” Sirius asked in bored, condescending tone.

“She’s away.” I said in a hoarse whisper.

I assumed he either saw the painful look on my face or he just didn‘t care about my life, because he changed the subject. “Why are you practicing Quidditch?”

Leaning on James’s broom, I turned to look toward the sky. “Well, I was planning to try out this year. Second years can try out, right?”

“Yeah, why do you want to try out though?” Sirius asked, looking confused.

I shrugged. “Seems fun.” Did I leave out the fact that I had become absolutely in love with flying?

“You don’t seem like the type.” He announced bluntly.

I began to stutter again. “How?”

“For starters, you’re a girl.” He smirked. “And you’re way too skinny and not built at all.”

I felt tears brimming my eyes. Could I do anything right? I wasn’t even good enough for my own mother.

Sirius shrugged. “But hey, whatever floats your boat.”

With water fogging up my vision, I hastily tried to move past him to go into the house. The air was leaving my lungs by the second and I felt like I might collapse into tears. Was I really that terrible? All I wanted him to do was like me. I ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut.

There was a soft tap at my door.

“Yes?” I called from the window seat.

As the door opened, I saw that it was Mrs. Potter. “Honey, dinner’s almost ready.” She smiled sweetly. “Are you okay?”

I nodded and she hesitantly shut the door behind her. Mrs. Potter was like my second mom. Actually, she was more of a mother to me that my own. I had never known anyone with such compassion and love before.

Making my way downstairs, I took the route that went by James’ room. The door was open, which meant that he wasn’t in there. Where had he been during me and Sirius’s encounter earlier this afternoon?

I turned the corner and saw James and Sirius already sitting down at the long dining room table, looking ravenously at the food.

“James, your father’s working late tonight so he won’t be joining us. We’re just waiting for--” Mrs. Potter looked up an spotted me with her hazel eyes, the ones James had inherited. “Oh, there you are. Sirius, do you know Madysen?”

Sirius reluctantly looked up from the large bread basket he had been staring at. “Yes, we had Defense Against the Dark Arts together last year.”

Mrs. Potter smiled happily as James waved at me and indicated me to come to the seat next to him.

“Didn’t play any pranks on you last year or anything, did he?” James asked jokingly.

I shook my head quickly, not daring to look up at him.

It was like that for the rest of the summer. Me trailing along after James and Sirius. I was hardly ever myself around them. Mainly because Sirius intimidated me so fiercely while being able to take my breath away at the same time. I had never been so affected by one person. I think James might have noticed I was acting differently, but he never said a word.

When James and Sirius would be off in the woods, playing pranks on the neighbors, or just doing something that would end them up in trouble, I would fly. Flying made everything go away. My nervousness that wouldn’t wear off from being around Sirius or the worries and resentment that clouded my mind when I would think about my mother would go away. Everything was better when I was flying. The world was a little more beautiful than it had been.

I would like to think that I was getting better at Quidditch, but who really knew. I would try to play Quidditch along with James and Sirius, but sometimes they would sit me out for so long that I would just go back inside to talk with Mrs. Potter or they wouldn’t even play a real game, just do “conditioning”, something I didn’t understand.

In all honesty, I felt lonely most of the time. My mother still hadn’t written me.

“Quidditch after dinner?” James asked in an exciting tone as he elbowed Sirius. The question was obviously meant for Sirius but I still couldn’t stop from smiling.

“Definitely.” Sirius grinned.

I perked up, maybe I would actually get to play a game with them. I opened my mouth to ask James but he got there first. “Here, my mom wants us to set the table.” James told me as he handed me all the plates and silverware.

Not refusing, I did what he said. I inwardly sighed and hated myself for not ever standing up for myself.

“I saw Emmeline Vance when we went to Diagon Alley yesterday,” Sirius was talking to James as he watched me set the table. “Still as cold as ever, she didn’t even say hello.”

James shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, she is kind of mean. But you did make her hair turn pink during exams.”

Sirius barked a laugh. “That was priceless.”

“I think she’s nice.” I mumbled from the table.

“What?” Sirius asked harshly.

“I like her. I think she’s nice.” I said more loudly.

Sirius was silent as he stared at me blankly. “Honestly, I don’t care what you think.”

James moved forward and put his hand on Sirius’s chest. “Sirius.” His voice was low and threatening.

Sirius quickly turned toward James. “Look, I’ve told you have to talk to her and you won’t.” He stepped forward and crossed his arms, glaring at me. “I don’t get you. You follow us around like a puppy and don’t say a word. All you do is stand there and stare and blush, it’s getting really annoying.”

“Sirius, stop.”

Sirius continued. “When you do say something, you constantly butt in our conversations and half the time you don’t even know what you’re talking about. For once this summer, I would actually like to play Quidditch. And stop thinking you’re going to try out. You can’t fly at all.”

There was a long silence as I stared at both of them, comprehending what was just told to me. Sirius was looking back at me annoyed while James averted my eyes.

There was nothing I could do, except run. I ran up the stairs to my room and locked the door as hard as I could. It took me a minute to realize that I was already sobbing. I stumbled over to the window seat and cried for who knows how long. I kept thinking about the events of the summer. The worst summer of my life. I knew I would never be the same.

I glanced out the window and saw a beautiful, yellow and black butterfly fly by. Luck. This relieved me a bit. I sat staring at it until it flew out of my eyesight and somehow I knew things were going to get better. I was tired of crying and tired of feeling helpless and miserable. Never again would I cry. I was strong and I was going to prove it. I didn’t need anybody, because everyone would just end up disappointing you and hurting you.

After a while I looked down and saw my owl with a letter attached to it. I hastily ripped it open and saw it was from my mother.


I’m sorry it’s take so long to write. Roger and I have been so busy. I would like you to meet him, but I still haven’t told him about you yet. I’m sorry, I know you hate it when I do that, but I really think he might be the one. I have a good feeling. I hope the Potters are treating you well. Say hello for me.


I didn’t feel any emotion. I tossed the letter aside and told Mrs. Potter that my mother had been writing me all summer. When I went back to Hogwarts, though, I felt accomplished. Never once had I cried.



With only three days left in that summer, I didn’t talk to James or Sirius, not even when we started second year. I moved on with my life, made new friends, and that summer slowly became a distant memory. I never flew again and after a while, I couldn’t really remember why. I became a new person. I never stayed at the Potters again and I was never again friends with James. Actually, I hardly ever acknowledged him or Sirius, until sixth year. Sixth bloody year.

That‘s when everything changed.

A/N: I hope you liked it!! The next chapter will be in the future, and the rest of the past ones will start in sixth year and so on :) If you didn't catch it, this one was between first and second year. Please review!!!

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